Hello all - a trailer from my book 'Star Water'....part of a chapter called "Dancing"
“Okay let’s rock!”
Trish got up and I reluctantly walked behind her. This was so new to me. The whole scene was scarier than anything on Las
Vegas Blvd. Everything
seemed too casual and almost disorganized.
No doormen in uniforms, no signs with directions, no glittering
neon. It was bare bones, wild west. Soft dusty earth beneath my feet, old steps
up to a big barn door.
Teenagers were
already rocking and swaying to the sounds while they danced their way
inside…and the increasingly louder tribal sounds of StoneHinge pounded. Their music pumped through me, pulsing like a
massive heartbeat.
Looking at the
dark interior and wanting to see the stage, I gave my ten dollars to a lady
collecting tickets at a makeshift desk.
She looked like a biker chick. On
the other side of her was a burly man wearing a short sleeved t-shirt. Maybe he was her husband. He had a tattoo on his forearm and he wasn’t
letting anyone pass until biker lady’s female assistant stamped hands with a
florescent pink logo.
Finally we were
inside and there he was. With stage
lights all around him, Owen stood, legs slightly apart, shaking his head in
time to the music. His halo of abundant
long hair was golden. He wore very faded
awesome blue jeans and he was playing a black gleaming guitar worn low. His hips were slung forward. So hot looking! I was magnetically drawn to him.
Suddenly brave, I
yelled in Trish’s ear “Let’s move up.”
She grinned. I took off my jacket and tied the sleeves
around my waist. We meandered and wove our way through a small crowd until we
were standing in the second row off to the side. Trish wanted to keep moving to get a better
look at Jimmy James on drums.
We were close to
Owen’s side of the stage. Waving her on,
I stayed in my spot. He hadn’t seen me
yet or worse, maybe he didn’t care. I
had to know if he would acknowledge my presence. A panic washed over, oppressive and
thick. It would be awful if after our
closeness on the beach he simply ignored me now. What if he gave pendants to all the girls. My heart said to trust him.
Music was
thrilling. Adrenaline and so many
emotions were all one. I closed my eyes
and felt my body start to sway to the beat.
I was moving my arms, dancing on the spot absorbed in this total moment.
I slowly opened my
eyes as I danced and with a jolt realized Owen was staring at me from his spot
onstage. He pointed with his forefinger
and winked so sexily. I moved up to the front row, melting in my half dance
half stroll.
He was amazing. He was addicting. At that moment I knew…Owen Mycroft wasn’t
just a male. This music was of another
world, his fluid movements were unlike any human on Earth and sparks flew from
his eyes. Couldn’t anyone else in the room
see those fireworks? Was I the only
one? I didn’t care what he was. I was in his world now.
